What if I told you that every time I’ve ever found myself spinning my mental wheels in spiritual mud;
every time I’ve found myself wondering where my happiness disappeared to;
every time I’ve flown in my dreams only to wake up in the morning and find myself once again mercilessly tied to reality;
every time I’ve found myself confused;
every time I’ve been afraid to try, because I knew I’d fail;
every time I’ve gone ahead and tried, and, sure enough, failed;
and every time my confidence has been replaced with questions…
What if I told you that?
Would you believe me?
And what if I followed that sweeping statement up with this one:
One, single, highly uncomplicated little word has always brought me back to joy.
Would you, could you believe?
I’m more than a bit ashamed to tell you this. But it’s the truth, and I’m going to tell you because every time dreams come true and I fly again (even while I’m awake) I find myself gripped with this desire to pass the gift of free flight to you. And this is the only way I know how…
And I know it crosses you. But I still ask it of you.”
I stop my pacing, straighten up to my full 5 feet 6, look steady at the open sky and with a twinge of fierceness born of resolution re-born, and answer:
And I feel myself take flight again…
This is not rocket science. There is no mystery.
I spent the latter half of my prayer walk plotting against my enemies.
Namely, the three that are one, that make my dreams impossible. That limit my reach to that which is earthly. That confuse, confound, and cause to fear and to fail…
They are simply, Conditional Yes, Deferred Yes, & Incomplete Yes.
And all three of them are just fancy names for no.
I have learned that to negotiate, (that is, to plead for a compromise or conditions) to hesitate, (that is, to wait even three seconds before actuating obedience) or just plain letting the discussion trail off, robs me of life and joy.
It robs me of communion, and confidence.
It robs me of my wings.
And failing to answer yes to the seemingly insignificant blinds me to the realities of the significant…
And vice versa.
One word. Would you believe? It always takes me back to joy; makes God’s dreams come true.